cut from a longer project,

A word of caution on the wind

the heroes among you all have sinned

A pack of lies come for a price

he sold his honesty for vice

and lies he now in death’s throes

and made of lovers mortal foes.

where once skulked life it lies dormant,

missing as the soul’s informant: the heart

not granted yet dwelt in despair

of a promised future that is not there